Great Britain -- Social conditions -- 19th century; London (England) -- Description and travel
UNCOMMERCIAL. Would you mind my asking you what part of the country you
come from?
WILTSHIRE. Not a bit. Theer! (exultingly) I’ve worked all my life o’
Salisbury Plain, right under the shadder o’ Stonehenge. You mightn’t
think it, but I haive.
UNCOMMERCIAL. And a pleasant country too.
WILTSHIRE. Ah! ’Tis a pleasant country.
UNCOMMERCIAL. Have you any family on board?
WILTSHIRE. Two children, boy and gal. I am a widderer, _I_ am, and I’m
going out alonger my boy and gal. That’s my gal, and she’s a fine gal o’
sixteen (pointing out the girl who is writing by the boat). I’ll go and
fetch my boy. I’d like to show you my boy. (Here Wiltshire disappears,
and presently comes back with a big, shy boy of twelve, in a
superabundance of boots, who is not at all glad to be presented.) He is
a fine boy too, and a boy fur to work! (Boy having undutifully bolted,
Wiltshire drops him.)
UNCOMMERCIAL. It must cost you a great deal of money to go so far, three
strong.
WILTSHIRE. A power of money. Theer! Eight shillen a week, eight
shillen a week, eight shillen a week, put by out of the week’s wages for
ever so long.
UNCOMMERCIAL. I wonder how you did it.
WILTSHIRE (recognising in this a kindred spirit). See theer now! I
wonder how I done it! But what with a bit o’ subscription heer, and what
with a bit o’ help theer, it were done at last, though I don’t hardly
know how. Then it were unfort’net for us, you see, as we got kep’ in
Bristol so long—nigh a fortnight, it were—on accounts of a mistake wi’
Brother Halliday. Swaller’d up money, it did, when we might have come
straight on.
UNCOMMERCIAL (delicately approaching Joe Smith). You are of the Mormon
religion, of course?
WILTSHIRE (confidently). O yes, I’m a Mormon. (Then reflectively.) I’m
a Mormon. (Then, looking round the ship, feigns to descry a particular
friend in an empty spot, and evades the Uncommercial for evermore.)
After a noontide pause for dinner, during which my Emigrants were nearly
all between-decks, and the Amazon looked deserted, a general muster took
place. The muster was for the ceremony of passing the Government
Inspector and the Doctor. Those authorities held their temporary state
amidships, by a cask or two; and, knowing that the whole Eight hundred
emigrants must come face to face with them, I took my station behind the
two. They knew nothing whatever of me, I believe, and my testimony to
the unpretending gentleness and good nature with which they discharged
their duty, may be of the greater worth. There was not the slightest
flavour of the Circumlocution Office about their proceedings.
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